Don't have much to say about this chapter. All I can say is I had a lot of fun writing this chapter :D I'm excited for all of ya'll to read it. Comment/ Rate/ Email me what you think. Your comments are useful, I do read all of them. It lets me know what your assumptions are and what your mind process of this story is. It also helps me figure out if there are...
I heard the shots coming from the principal's office. I hurried down the hallway and ordered all the teachers and students to get into a classroom and lock the door. Before I got to mine I saw that the special education teacher was having trouble getting her students into her room. I had to chase one down and drag him back. The shooter saw me before I got t...
The hit man walked to the parking garage that disfigured the far western side of the shopping center and took the stairs to the third floor. He used the automatic key to unlock the doors of his rented BMW 330Cic convertible, silver-blue with a black leather interior. At the hotel he'd said that he was a master carpenter called in to work on a fancy house som...
Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lak...
This is a pure work of fiction and all aspects are from my own imagination though some parts will probably sound similar depending on how much fantasy reading you have done. I also want to say that any people having sex are 18+. There are no underage sex scenes or sexual relationships in any way. If you have any problems with what I am typing let me know bu...
Chapter I "Mum, I am old enough," the eighteen year old girl wailed. She pushed back her dirty blonde hair that was tumbling down her face and gave her mother a frown. "I know you are but you have an exam tomorrow. It's very important, babe." Sarah sighed and grunted to herself. "It's English Lit. I have no problem with that. And I haven't seen Kev for tw...
I own a specialty women's apparel store in Dallas called Les is Mor. It's a play on the old Bauhaus/Mies van der Rohe design adage that Less is More, but with the spelling its message dictates. It also reflects the kind of clothing I sell. As applied to the female figure, Les cover is Mor interesting. Mor exciting. Mor tantalizing. Mor arousing. I don't carr...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Chris and Laura consummate their love after Chris shows Laura how to trust again. * That first morning he had disappeared for a long time, and then sauntered back through the kitchen where Becky stood, completely clean shaven. She had then followed him out and watched as he removed the front door and carried it easily out to place it on the two chairs so h...
First of all, I would like to thank my readers to have read the second part over 10,000 times. You guys are great. Secondly, this part was getting pretty long so I decided to cut it and the next part will be coming soon-ish. In this, you will find some female muscle-growth added to the usual expansions. The intro is quite long but you will enjoy it nonethele...